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Don't tell me I've got it all wrong nowCos I'm a complicated ladyI still know the names of the friends I lostWhen I crossed over the TiberI used to write lesbian bookworm eroticaand no one bothered me thenin fact, I got 500 hits a daymarched in the Annapolis Pride Paradewhere we handed out rosaries(It was a joke, I swear)I had this scene on my dresser when I was littleLittle figurines-like animals and soldiersMy own little communityThere was always one on the outskirtsFacing out over the edge of the dresserWith his back to the othersA little exiled soldierHis crime changed from week to week'Til they voted him backWhen he confessed to the othersThat's when they voted him backSo please believe meWhen I tell you what happenedCos IBarely believed itLetras de cancionesMyselfWhen I joined the Catholic churchLooked kinda funnyI was spectacularly butchAnd Christ says, This is my body.This is my blood.Put your fingers in the holes in my handsAnd move them around.Wash my feet with your tears and your hair.Don't save the good perfume.See, I am showing youBeauty.So now I walkOn the Feast of Corpus ChristiWith my head held lowGet off my back, I can't explain itI'm still a dyke, don't dare forget itBut I've seen beauty in the bodyJust like the beauty I saw in high schoolIn the libraryShe had auburn hairAnd a generous smileand she was miraculous to meSo now I live the Corpus Christiwith the saints and widowsAnd that means I pray and keep my legs closedCos I think beauty is sequentialOne points to another:a little exiled soldierand a young woman's laughtertwo nail holes in plasterten women walk togethertenth week after Easterone following anotherAll the way to the altarAnd the confessions we makeWe make them togetherAnd when our bodies changeWe'll all change togetherTo the body of ChristThe body of ChristThe body of ChristThe body of Christ From Letras Mania